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[Naturegirl1999]

Nora looks towards Thrak ”I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Nora. Why do you move your eyes like that?”

[The Lupanian]

Sherry takes a selfie while making the victory sign. She tries to make it so that many of the others (including their employer) are visible in the picture. She then goes to sit in the van, being careful not to wrinkle her dress.

Spoiler: Sherry Bobbins: Ordinary Human Handler (click to show/hide)

Name: Sherry Bobbins
Race and Profession: Ordinary Human Handler
Description: A girl in her thirties with immaculate blonde curly hair. Wears frilly dresses and always carries an expensive-and-fragile-looking umbrella with a spiral pattern, despite spending most of her time underground.
Backstory: Lead a privileged life as a bureaucrat (a job her parents got her) before being assigned to this expedition. Though many saw being assigned to this expedition as punishment, she sees it as no different than any other assignment. Believes in her greatness and the greatness of humanity. Friendly and polite but distant. She feels no need to prove herself or show off despite how much she owes to her parents, but will try to ensure that whoever challenges her will think twice before doing so again.
Stats
Strength: 1
Dexterity: 2
Mind: 2
Health: 1
Skills
Speech 2
Projection (Casting) 1

History
Psychology
Government
Telepathy (costs 2 points)(Casting)
Inventory
Silenced pistol
Stun gun
Handcuffs
Camera
Radio
Cellphone
Flashlight
Binoculars
Lighter
Cigars/cigarettes
Assorted flares(12)
Assorted glow lights(20)
Money:$0
Current Status: Giving everyone a friendly smile

Sir Ozcar gives you a cheesy grin as you take the picture.

Spoiler: The Doctor is in (debt) (click to show/hide)

Name: Crass Beakerton
Race and Profession: Special Human Doctor
Description: A pale man in a stained, unwashed doctor's coat. A brass plate has been hammered into his face, covering the entire right side and the entirety of his jaw. A metal hinge connects to a swivieling mouthguard with a built-in air filter that is kept in place a leather belt and buckle. Crass carries around a large satchel with bright red stitches were ever he goes, the handle of his baton peaking out from the edge of the bag.
Backstory: Born a slum rat, Crass joined up with a small splinter group that was apart of one of the larger gangs Nede, acting as an errand boy and dealer for some of the more low-level drugs. But the group leader took an interest in young Crass, and when she saw his steady hands, quick wit, and his skill with a needle and thread, she knew Crass could do more than just a dealer. A loan from the bank and the upper echelon was barely enough to cover the cost of sending young Crass off to apprentice at one of the local medical guilds. Crass returned home with hope and pride in his eyes, hope, and pride that was snuffed out the second he took a step into his old home in the same moment a bomb planted by a rival gang went off. He came to in the hospital, finding out that most of his face was burnt off by the explosion and was stuck with a bill. Worse, a statement form the bank came and apparently as the sole survior of the attack, his Guardian's debts was being transfered to him, including the ones to the the Syndicate. Stuck paying off a multidude of debts, Crass has grown to be choleric fellow, one who has as many cares to give as he does dollars to spend.
Stats
Strength: 1
Dexterity: 2
Mind: 2
Health: 1
Skills
Medicine: +3
Biology
Criminal Underground
Inventory
Money:$1
Pistol
Cigarettes
Lighter
Gas Mask(Integrated into face)
Binocular
Night Vision Goggles
Baton
Doctors bag
3 syringes of stimulant
3 syringes of sedative
Current Status: In debt

Gib special abilities plz

Spoiler: For Yottawhat: You must choose! (click to show/hide)

Lycanthrope or Spectral Aspect.

Lycanthrope means you can assume a beast form, but you have to fight to keep control

Spectral Aspect means you can try to talk to ghosts, and you can shift into a ghost form, but it has a chance of wearing away at you mind.

You can tell other players if you want, or not.

Have fun!

((Can my wand be used as a projection point?))

Alice decided not to introduce herself just yet, someone was bound to ask her why she was here. Unlike her fellow explorers she brought no visible weapons and while she did wear a ballistic vest, it was a last minute purchase just in case things went horribly wrong. Despite looking unprepared for the upcoming expedition, armed with her trusty wand and her magical talent she was more than ready for anything.

Sir Ozcar Pierre was an interesting person, a famous adventurer who had gotten a contract with the RO, and instead of adventuring himself he sent others to do it for him. This probably had to do with past injuries, both his eye and his hand were made out of crystal both of which were probably expensive prosthetics for a lost eye and a lost hand. Considering this, Alice had the idea to do a quick research on him and his adventures, his past adventures may give her an idea as to what she can expect and it never hurts to know more about your boss.

Get into the van and use my laptop to research Ozcar Pierre.

Spoiler: Alice the full-time mage (click to show/hide)

Name: Alice
Race and Profession: Ordinary Human Explorer
Description: A young and energetic human with medium length blond hair.
Backstory: Alice spent most of her education focusing on her magical studies. Eager to master all magic and to show off her talent, she wandered around practicing her skills, and eventually signed up for the expedition.
Stats:
Strength 1
Dexterity 1
Mind  2
Health 2
Skills:
Focus 1
Projection 1
Elemental Electricity
Elemental Water
Physical Body
Eldritch
Inventory:
Wand
Ballistic vest
Night Vision Googles
Binoculars
Radio
Laptop
2 Stim-gel syringes
Lighter
Duct Tape
Money: $0
Current Status: Fine.

Yes, the wand acts as a projection point.

(4) Sir Ozcar Pierre is a fairly well know explorer. He's received recognition from a few organization, and is credited with a couple important discoveries. However, you aren't able to find any solid information, mostly just article written about the guy.


Everyone else heads to the van. The van in question is pretty nondescript. Grey painted frame, tinted windows with “Pierre Inc.” printed on them. It's is leading a small cattle car, to transport any animals you may wish to bring. the inside is snug, but you all fit in the back seat. You see the driver, a small clay golem dressed in a waistcoat and wearing a driving cap. He nods to you when you’re all in, and without a word, starts driving.

The van takes you through the winding underground streets of Nede, until you eventually end up in what seems to be an old underground train tunnel. You spot a large hole in the wall up ahead, and sure enough, the van stops just before it.

The hole is big, about the size of a car, and there is yellow police tape criss-crossing the front. Past the perimeter of the hole, you see a raised platform lined by columns. There is a small door on the far wall, that seems to lead into a booth that is also accessible through a window. There are also a pair of ornate double doors next to the window. The room is unlit, and mostly made of nondescript grey stone. Overall, it gives you the impression of a subway station.

[Egan_BW]

Vaiaerioun leans in closer to the frozen knight, though not as close as last time, and speaks in a low voice.
"So, just between the two of us, I don't really trust... all this lot." She waves her hand to indicate the other explorers. "But you seem like a good gal, so how about I watch your back, you watch my back? How's that sound?"

On the way, use duct tape to attach my flashlight to the side of my hardsuit helmet, so that I can have both hands free. Make sure to leave the power button accessible.
Pull the scabbard off of my sword and keep it at the ready. Try to stay near the knight, advancing is she seems inclined to.

Spoiler: Vaiae (click to show/hide)

Name: Vaiaerioun
Race and Profession: Avian Coldblood
Description: A young and flighty crow, almost completely black. Fond of shiny things and people, though she thinks humans are a little lame.
Backstory: She joined the coldbloods to help her fellow avians, and even started to learn some magic, but when an opportunity for adventure came up, she leapt for it.
Stats
Strength 3
Dexterity 2
Mind 1
Health 0
Skills
Melee 1
Defense 1
Focus 1
Lifeforce
Inventory
Money: $0
Greatsword
Hardsuit
Survival knife
Flare gun
Flashlight
Radio
Duct tape
Stim-gel syringes (2)
Current Status
Fine

[Devastator]

A cave!

Thag runs in first, club at the ready.  He then looks into the booth to see if it's empty, after which he tries to open all the doors.  If nothing opens, he smashes the window.

Spoiler: Thag Simmons (click to show/hide)

Thag Simmons

Human (ordinary)
Description:  Thag's a stereotypical broad-shouldered thick necked caveman in a loincloth with a large club.

Stats:

Strength 2
Dexterity 1
Mind 1
Health 2

Skills:
Melee: 4
Unarmed: 1
Defence: 2
Crafting: 1

All others: 0.

Items:
Large Club.
Loincloth.
Bow drill.

[Parisbre56]

Sherry leaned back and made a melodramatic sigh.
"Oh well. No gentlemen here, I suppose."

She then waited for anyone who wished to get out to do so before going out herself. She carefully walked around and used her camera to document the environment and her teammates' interaction with it.

While she did so, she tried to use her knowledge of history to come up with possibilities of what this place might be.

((I assume telepathy uses projection since it affects things outside myself, right? If not, I'd like to change my skill to focus, please.))

Spoiler: Sherry Bobbins: Ordinary Human Handler (click to show/hide)

Name: Sherry Bobbins
Race and Profession: Ordinary Human Handler
Description: A girl in her thirties with immaculate blonde curly hair. Wears frilly dresses and always carries an expensive-and-fragile-looking umbrella with a spiral pattern, despite spending most of her time underground.
Backstory: Lead a privileged life as a bureaucrat (a job her parents got her) before being assigned to this expedition. Though many saw being assigned to this expedition as punishment, she sees it as no different than any other assignment. Believes in her greatness and the greatness of humanity. Friendly and polite but distant. She feels no need to prove herself or show off despite how much she owes to her parents, but will try to ensure that whoever challenges her will think twice before doing so again.
Stats
Strength: 1
Dexterity: 2
Mind: 2
Health: 1
Skills
Speech 2
Projection (Casting) 1

History
Psychology
Government
Telepathy (costs 2 points)(Casting)
Inventory
Silenced pistol
Stun gun
Handcuffs
Camera
Radio
Cellphone
Flashlight
Binoculars
Lighter
Cigars/cigarettes
Assorted flares(12)
Assorted glow lights(20)
Money:$0
Current Status: Giving everyone a friendly smile

[Naturegirl1999]

Spoiler: Nora the Spider (click to show/hide)

Name:Nora
Race and Profession:Arthropod Underhiver

Description: A human sized trapdoor spider with a black exoskeleton with the following eye arrangement

(I would put the image in a spoiler but spoilers can't be inside of other spoilers)
She tries talking to others when she can, but has trouble showing emotions
Backstory:Nora works for the Underhivers, but she thought adventuring could help them find new areas to expand to.
Stats
Strength: 1
Dexterity: 1
Mind (Not going Crazy): 2
Health: 2
Skills
Knowledge Skills:
Biology
Chemistry
Other Skills:
Melee: 1
Defence: 1
Speech: 1

Inventory
Hatchet(sidearm), 100 ft rope(climbing gear), a circuit buster, a forging kit, Lockpicks(lock breaking tools), Skinning & butchering kit, Gas mask, Clean up Kit, Duct tape, Shovel, Taser, Radio

Money:$0
Current Status:Looking around as she steps out of the van

Leave the van and follow the caveman

[Questorhank]

Courier indicates radio, trebuchet indicates speaking.

"Comms check. Beginning sweep."
"Civillians are advised to remain here until the area is secure."

Activate night vision, attempt to get to door before Thag. Either way, slowly and methodically check the booth, and any rooms connected to it. Eliminate all hostiles.

((Permission to swap a point from mind to strength?))

Spoiler: Ares (click to show/hide)

Name: Autonomous Reconnaissance/Exploration System (Ares)
Race and Profession: Cyberbot Data Harvester
Description: See second spoiler
Backstory: Originally a mindless recon drone, Ares gained sentience when he first connected to Old Archive. Now he searches for information, both for the Archive and in the hopes that it will lead to sentience in other robots.
Stats
Strength: 1
Dexterity: 2
Mind: 2
Health: 1
Skills
Electronics: 4
Guns: 4
Inventory: Computerpad (integral), Cyberjack, Electronic Repair Kit, Bolt-Action Rifle, Night Vision Goggles (integral), Binoculars (integral), Radio (integral), Duct Tape
Money: $0
Current Status: All systems functioning within normal parameters.

Spoiler: Description (click to show/hide)

[Coolrune206]

Spoiler: Frank (click to show/hide)

Name: Franklin Walker
Race and Profession: Ordinary Human Tinker
Description: Looks extremely average as far as humans go. Medium length dirty-blonde hair. A little shorter than six feet. Has a fancy mustache that he likes to twirl when getting excited about machines.
Backstory: Frank grew up in Nede, and has only rarely seen the surface before, never for extended periods of time. Due to his natural proclivity of working with machines, he quickly joined the Tinker guild, and was just as quickly assigned to this mission by the guild. Equal parts earnest and practical, he decided that to ensure his survival on this mission he would buy a full body hardsuit so he didn't croak before finding cool old-world relics.
Stats
Strength: 1
Dexterity: 1
Mind: 2
Health: 2
Skills
Guns: 1
Crafting: 3
Research: 2
Electronics: 1
Computer Engineering
Inventory
Full Body Hardsuit
100 ft. Rope
Revolver
Flashlight
Advanced Crafting Tools
"Tinkering for Dummies" How to Tinker guide
Money:$0

Frank hops out of the truck at the same time as Ares, and does his best to match the pace of the robot while looking it up and down (not paying full attention to where he's running).

"Hello, other robot! My name is Frank. Who are you?"

[AbstractTraitorHero]

Vaiaerioun leans in closer to the frozen knight, though not as close as last time, and speaks in a low voice.
"So, just between the two of us, I don't really trust... all this lot." She waves her hand to indicate the other explorers. "But you seem like a good gal, so how about I watch your back, you watch my back? How's that sound?"

On the way, use duct tape to attach my flashlight to the side of my hardsuit helmet, so that I can have both hands free. Make sure to leave the power button accessible.
Pull the scabbard off of my sword and keep it at the ready. Try to stay near the knight, advancing is she seems inclined to.

Spoiler: Vaiae (click to show/hide)

Name: Vaiaerioun
Race and Profession: Avian Coldblood
Description: A young and flighty crow, almost completely black. Fond of shiny things and people, though she thinks humans are a little lame.
Backstory: She joined the coldbloods to help her fellow avians, and even started to learn some magic, but when an opportunity for adventure came up, she leapt for it.
Stats
Strength 3
Dexterity 2
Mind 1
Health 0
Skills
Melee 1
Defense 1
Focus 1
Lifeforce
Inventory
Money: $0
Greatsword
Hardsuit
Survival knife
Flare gun
Flashlight
Radio
Duct tape
Stim-gel syringes (2)
Current Status
Fine

Spoiler: Knight Without A Cause. (click to show/hide)

Name:Gigantic Frosted Knight/White Haired Knight/Frost Knight.
Race and Profession:Preserved Human Dead, Knight.
Description:

Giant of a knight, standing at 7ft0. White hair faintly pokes out from beneath a frostbitten helmet. Eye's relatively obscured, appear white and glazed over if one were to literally shove their head against the helmet.

Lean and toned underneath, skin is frostbitten and very pale.

Small muffled sounds occasionally leave her, might help decern their gender.
Backstory:Found encased in a block of ice within a deep cave by recruits of what were apparently her order. She hasn't spoken, since then, but she has notably seemingly taken it in stride. Having little to no memory of her past life.

This Knight dosent have a name noir any idea who she was, perhaps some record seeking could give her the answer. But for now, she's doing what she's supposed to do apparently. Protect the innocent, raid dungeons, the like.

Despite a clearly cracked and unstable mind, that seeks closure and purpose. She nonetheless continues without a true reason to live or a true purpose of her own.

Stats
Strength:2, Her muscles appear to have slightly atrophied, but overall she's not bad.
Dexterity:1, She's a bit stiff.
Mind:1, She dosent really speak ((though she is capable.)) noir does she seem entirely there, a bit worrying. (Not going Crazy)
Health:4, The pinnacle of well preserved, psychically at least. Being trapped in solid ice surprisingly can preserve things very well.
Skills
Melee:2, Her skills haven't left her yet it seems, muscle memory serves her well.
Medicine:1, Learned it quickly, had to, was the only way she could keep on going.
Projection (Casting):1, She has some remnant of lost casting ability.
Elemental Water (Casting):1, She remembers this well, it's probably the only bits of anything that she can remember of her old life. Knowledge and the feeling of it, but nothing else.
Inventory
Frostbitten Glaive ((Ice Minor Enchantment))
Frostbitten Platemail and Helm.
Frostbitten Knightly Shield, has remnants of a crest and a name, illegible beyond recovery.
Icey blue, Giant Beetle, good jumper. Horse sized!
Journal and Pencil's, minus one.
Three first aid kits
Two splinting Kits

Money:$0

That jangling in their helmet stops, the sound of breath lightly rattling their helmet before. A small sound of approval, it was nice she'd suppose to have a comrade. Someone at the very least seemingly liking her or at the least trusting her, it inspired faint feelings inside them. As their hands, their frostbitten gauntlets grasped at their Glaive. Their legs went over their mount, as it quietly skittered out of the van and began to gently trail the raven.

The women's massive shaft hefted and grasped firmly, ready for whatever foe may require fierce and painfully cold penetration.

The Frosted Knight, equips her Glaive, mounts her Giant Blue Beetle and sticks behind the Raven Vaiae as they advance.

[Enemy post]

Arp draws his axe and walks in alongside Frank and Ares.

Spoiler: Arp (click to show/hide)

Name:Automated Repair Product, or Arp.
Race and Profession:Industrial Robot, Work Horse.
Description:A vaguely humanoid, orange robot with a single red eye and a utilitarian design.
Backstory:Originally a repair drone, "Arp" eventually attained sentience after being given a vague order to "Clean up the mess" after an office party just before the apocalypse. Those who gave the order are long dead, but Arp cannot ignore the order. Now that the office has finally collapsed from age and decay, Arp has wandered out into the shattered world on an almost certainly hopeless quest to finish "cleaning up the mess."

Stats
Strength:3
Dexterity:1
Mind:3
Health:3

Skills
Crafting 1
Electronics 1

Inventory
Toolbox
Hammer
Wrench
Axe
Welding torch
Mini-chainsaw
Wiring kit
Tinkering kit
Lighter
Radio
Money:$0

Current status
Fine.

[Questorhank]

Ares turns towards Frank, his featureless head tilted as he scanned the human

”I am an Autonomous Reconiassance/Exploration System model robot. Serial number 32854. To date, I have been referred to as Ares, Scout, Rob, Bot...

He continues listing names of increasing oddity and irrelevance until either cut off or ending several minutes later with “other robot.”

[Coolrune206]

Frank nods happily at each name, steadily getting dizzier as the list gets longer. He seems to snap out of it at the last one.

"Hey, that's what I just called you! Does that mean... does that make us friends? Is this a friendly nickname?"

[Yottawhat]

Spoiler: The Doctor is in (debt) (click to show/hide)

Name: Crass Beakerton
Race and Profession: Special Human (Spectral Aspect) Doctor
Description: A pale man in a stained, unwashed doctor's coat. A brass plate has been hammered into his face, covering the entire right side and the entirety of his jaw. A metal hinge connects to a swivieling mouthguard with a built-in air filter that is kept in place a leather belt and buckle. Crass carries around a large satchel with bright red stitches were ever he goes, the handle of his baton peaking out from the edge of the bag.
Backstory: Born a slum rat, Crass joined up with a small splinter group that was apart of one of the larger gangs Nede, acting as an errand boy and dealer for some of the more low-level drugs. But the group leader took an interest in young Crass, and when she saw his steady hands, quick wit, and his skill with a needle and thread, she knew Crass could do more than just a dealer. A loan from the bank and the upper echelon was barely enough to cover the cost of sending young Crass off to apprentice at one of the local medical guilds. Crass returned home with hope and pride in his eyes, hope, and pride that was snuffed out the second he took a step into his old home in the same moment a bomb planted by a rival gang went off. He came to in the hospital, finding out that most of his face was burnt off by the explosion and was stuck with a bill. Worse, a statement form the bank came and apparently as the sole survior of the attack, his Guardian's debts was being transfered to him, including the ones to the the Syndicate. Stuck paying off a multidude of debts, Crass has grown to be choleric fellow, one who has as many cares to give as he does dollars to spend.
Stats
Strength: 1
Dexterity: 2
Mind: 2
Health: 1
Skills
Medicine: +3
Biology
Criminal Underground
Inventory
Money:$1
Pistol
Cigarettes
Lighter
Gas Mask(Integrated into face)
Binocular
Night Vision Goggles
Baton
Doctors bag
3 syringes of stimulant
3 syringes of sedative
Current Status: In debt

(I'll be grabbing Spectral Aspect)

Crass steps off the back of the van, taking in the sights and sound of his current group and the dungeon they're are going to be delving into. His breath hisses through his brass mouth guard.

"Well, ain't this a sorry site."

Crass follows the rest of the group, sticking as far back as possible.

[The Lupanian]

Vaiaerioun leans in closer to the frozen knight, though not as close as last time, and speaks in a low voice.
"So, just between the two of us, I don't really trust... all this lot." She waves her hand to indicate the other explorers. "But you seem like a good gal, so how about I watch your back, you watch my back? How's that sound?"

On the way, use duct tape to attach my flashlight to the side of my hardsuit helmet, so that I can have both hands free. Make sure to leave the power button accessible.
Pull the scabbard off of my sword and keep it at the ready. Try to stay near the knight, advancing is she seems inclined to.

Spoiler: Vaiae (click to show/hide)

Name: Vaiaerioun
Race and Profession: Avian Coldblood
Description: A young and flighty crow, almost completely black. Fond of shiny things and people, though she thinks humans are a little lame.
Backstory: She joined the coldbloods to help her fellow avians, and even started to learn some magic, but when an opportunity for adventure came up, she leapt for it.
Stats
Strength 3
Dexterity 2
Mind 1
Health 0
Skills
Melee 1
Defense 1
Focus 1
Lifeforce
Inventory
Money: $0
Greatsword
Hardsuit
Survival knife
Flare gun
Flashlight
Radio
Duct tape
Stim-gel syringes (2)
Current Status
Fine

Attaching the flashlight goes well, the hardsuit actually has mounts on the side of the helmet and on the chest plate for just that purpose.

A cave!

Thag runs in first, club at the ready.  He then looks into the booth to see if it's empty, after which he tries to open all the doors.  If nothing opens, he smashes the window.

Spoiler: Thag Simmons (click to show/hide)

Thag Simmons

Human (ordinary)
Description:  Thag's a stereotypical broad-shouldered thick necked caveman in a loincloth with a large club.

Stats:

Strength 2
Dexterity 1
Mind 1
Health 2

Skills:
Melee: 4
Unarmed: 1
Defence: 2
Crafting: 1

All others: 0.

Items:
Large Club.
Loincloth.
Bow drill.

Thag breathes heavily, then sprints forth with reckless abandon. He seems to like this cave much better than the literal cities worth of caves he inhabits on a daily basis.

There does not appear to be any living things in the booth. Infact, the booth is largely empty, other than a large metal till right under the window. All the doors are unlocked, so the window gets by unscathed. For now…

The small door simply provides access to the booth. The double doors take a bit of elbow grease, but eventually creak open. Thag is instantly greeted by a horrendous smell from within. Past the doors is a short stone hallway, which leads directly to another set of double doors. There appears to be detritus of some sort littering the floor, but it’s too dark to see it in great detail.

Sherry leaned back and made a melodramatic sigh.
"Oh well. No gentlemen here, I suppose."

She then waited for anyone who wished to get out to do so before going out herself. She carefully walked around and used her camera to document the environment and her teammates' interaction with it.

While she did so, she tried to use her knowledge of history to come up with possibilities of what this place might be.

((I assume telepathy uses projection since it affects things outside myself, right? If not, I'd like to change my skill to focus, please.))

Spoiler: Sherry Bobbins: Ordinary Human Handler (click to show/hide)

Name: Sherry Bobbins
Race and Profession: Ordinary Human Handler
Description: A girl in her thirties with immaculate blonde curly hair. Wears frilly dresses and always carries an expensive-and-fragile-looking umbrella with a spiral pattern, despite spending most of her time underground.
Backstory: Lead a privileged life as a bureaucrat (a job her parents got her) before being assigned to this expedition. Though many saw being assigned to this expedition as punishment, she sees it as no different than any other assignment. Believes in her greatness and the greatness of humanity. Friendly and polite but distant. She feels no need to prove herself or show off despite how much she owes to her parents, but will try to ensure that whoever challenges her will think twice before doing so again.
Stats
Strength: 1
Dexterity: 2
Mind: 2
Health: 1
Skills
Speech 2
Projection (Casting) 1

History
Psychology
Government
Telepathy (costs 2 points)(Casting)
Inventory
Silenced pistol
Stun gun
Handcuffs
Camera
Radio
Cellphone
Flashlight
Binoculars
Lighter
Cigars/cigarettes
Assorted flares(12)
Assorted glow lights(20)
Money:$0
Current Status: Giving everyone a friendly smile

You walk around, taking pictures of your surrounding: the hole, the doors, the booth, the gagging caveman (You add that one to your favorites).

(2 5) You are vaguely aware that this structure was part of the old world’s infrastructure. Other than that, you’re not really sure. It is almost definitely some sort of train station, but it seems too small considering how large the old world city here was.

Yeah, telepathy would probably use projection for the most part.

Spoiler: Nora the Spider (click to show/hide)

Name:Nora
Race and Profession:Arthropod Underhiver

Description: A human sized trapdoor spider with a black exoskeleton with the following eye arrangement

(I would put the image in a spoiler but spoilers can't be inside of other spoilers)
She tries talking to others when she can, but has trouble showing emotions
Backstory:Nora works for the Underhivers, but she thought adventuring could help them find new areas to expand to.
Stats
Strength: 1
Dexterity: 1
Mind (Not going Crazy): 2
Health: 2
Skills
Knowledge Skills:
Biology
Chemistry
Other Skills:
Melee: 1
Defence: 1
Speech: 1

Inventory
Hatchet(sidearm), 100 ft rope(climbing gear), a circuit buster, a forging kit, Lockpicks(lock breaking tools), Skinning & butchering kit, Gas mask, Clean up Kit, Duct tape, Shovel, Taser, Radio

Money:$0
Current Status:Looking around as she steps out of the van

Leave the van and follow the caveman

Nora follows the caveman, double checking everything after he finishes. She doesn't find anything more than he did.

Courier indicates radio, trebuchet indicates speaking.

"Comms check. Beginning sweep."
"Civillians are advised to remain here until the area is secure."

Activate night vision, attempt to get to door before Thag. Either way, slowly and methodically check the booth, and any rooms connected to it. Eliminate all hostiles.

((Permission to swap a point from mind to strength?))

Spoiler: Ares (click to show/hide)

Name: Autonomous Reconnaissance/Exploration System (Ares)
Race and Profession: Cyberbot Data Harvester
Description: See second spoiler
Backstory: Originally a mindless recon drone, Ares gained sentience when he first connected to Old Archive. Now he searches for information, both for the Archive and in the hopes that it will lead to sentience in other robots.
Stats
Strength: 1
Dexterity: 2
Mind: 2
Health: 1
Skills
Electronics: 4
Guns: 4
Inventory: Computerpad (integral), Cyberjack, Electronic Repair Kit, Bolt-Action Rifle, Night Vision Goggles (integral), Binoculars (integral), Radio (integral), Duct Tape
Money: $0
Current Status: All systems functioning within normal parameters.

Spoiler: Description (click to show/hide)

(Changing your point is fine)

Ares finds the perimeter disappointingly devoid of hostiles.

He doesn’t manage to reach the door before Thag, but he does take the time to search the booth. He finds to majority of the booth to be empty, but in the till, he finds about a dozen metal coins, 2 plastic cards, and a larger metal one, which looks like an old holepunch card.

When Ares looks in the hallway, he is able to use his nightvision to discern that the detritus on the floor is actually half a dozen shredded corpses.

Spoiler: Frank (click to show/hide)

Name: Franklin Walker
Race and Profession: Ordinary Human Tinker
Description: Looks extremely average as far as humans go. Medium length dirty-blonde hair. A little shorter than six feet. Has a fancy mustache that he likes to twirl when getting excited about machines.
Backstory: Frank grew up in Nede, and has only rarely seen the surface before, never for extended periods of time. Due to his natural proclivity of working with machines, he quickly joined the Tinker guild, and was just as quickly assigned to this mission by the guild. Equal parts earnest and practical, he decided that to ensure his survival on this mission he would buy a full body hardsuit so he didn't croak before finding cool old-world relics.
Stats
Strength: 1
Dexterity: 1
Mind: 2
Health: 2
Skills
Guns: 1
Crafting: 3
Research: 2
Electronics: 1
Computer Engineering
Inventory
Full Body Hardsuit
100 ft. Rope
Revolver
Flashlight
Advanced Crafting Tools
"Tinkering for Dummies" How to Tinker guide
Money:$0

Frank hops out of the truck at the same time as Ares, and does his best to match the pace of the robot while looking it up and down (not paying full attention to where he's running).

"Hello, other robot! My name is Frank. Who are you?"

Frank runs alongside Ares, staring at the robot and ignoring everything in front of him. He is abruptly halted by a column to the face.

Vaiaerioun leans in closer to the frozen knight, though not as close as last time, and speaks in a low voice.
"So, just between the two of us, I don't really trust... all this lot." She waves her hand to indicate the other explorers. "But you seem like a good gal, so how about I watch your back, you watch my back? How's that sound?"

On the way, use duct tape to attach my flashlight to the side of my hardsuit helmet, so that I can have both hands free. Make sure to leave the power button accessible.
Pull the scabbard off of my sword and keep it at the ready. Try to stay near the knight, advancing is she seems inclined to.

Spoiler: Vaiae (click to show/hide)

Name: Vaiaerioun
Race and Profession: Avian Coldblood
Description: A young and flighty crow, almost completely black. Fond of shiny things and people, though she thinks humans are a little lame.
Backstory: She joined the coldbloods to help her fellow avians, and even started to learn some magic, but when an opportunity for adventure came up, she leapt for it.
Stats
Strength 3
Dexterity 2
Mind 1
Health 0
Skills
Melee 1
Defense 1
Focus 1
Lifeforce
Inventory
Money: $0
Greatsword
Hardsuit
Survival knife
Flare gun
Flashlight
Radio
Duct tape
Stim-gel syringes (2)
Current Status
Fine

Spoiler: Knight Without A Cause. (click to show/hide)

Name:Gigantic Frosted Knight/White Haired Knight/Frost Knight.
Race and Profession:Preserved Human Dead, Knight.
Description:

Giant of a knight, standing at 7ft0. White hair faintly pokes out from beneath a frostbitten helmet. Eye's relatively obscured, appear white and glazed over if one were to literally shove their head against the helmet.

Lean and toned underneath, skin is frostbitten and very pale.

Small muffled sounds occasionally leave her, might help decern their gender.
Backstory:Found encased in a block of ice within a deep cave by recruits of what were apparently her order. She hasn't spoken, since then, but she has notably seemingly taken it in stride. Having little to no memory of her past life.

This Knight dosent have a name noir any idea who she was, perhaps some record seeking could give her the answer. But for now, she's doing what she's supposed to do apparently. Protect the innocent, raid dungeons, the like.

Despite a clearly cracked and unstable mind, that seeks closure and purpose. She nonetheless continues without a true reason to live or a true purpose of her own.

Stats
Strength:2, Her muscles appear to have slightly atrophied, but overall she's not bad.
Dexterity:1, She's a bit stiff.
Mind:1, She dosent really speak ((though she is capable.)) noir does she seem entirely there, a bit worrying. (Not going Crazy)
Health:4, The pinnacle of well preserved, psychically at least. Being trapped in solid ice surprisingly can preserve things very well.
Skills
Melee:2, Her skills haven't left her yet it seems, muscle memory serves her well.
Medicine:1, Learned it quickly, had to, was the only way she could keep on going.
Projection (Casting):1, She has some remnant of lost casting ability.
Elemental Water (Casting):1, She remembers this well, it's probably the only bits of anything that she can remember of her old life. Knowledge and the feeling of it, but nothing else.
Inventory
Frostbitten Glaive ((Ice Minor Enchantment))
Frostbitten Platemail and Helm.
Frostbitten Knightly Shield, has remnants of a crest and a name, illegible beyond recovery.
Icey blue, Giant Beetle, good jumper. Horse sized!
Journal and Pencil's, minus one.
Three first aid kits
Two splinting Kits

Money:$0

That jangling in their helmet stops, the sound of breath lightly rattling their helmet before. A small sound of approval, it was nice she'd suppose to have a comrade. Someone at the very least seemingly liking her or at the least trusting her, it inspired faint feelings inside them. As their hands, their frostbitten gauntlets grasped at their Glaive. Their legs went over their mount, as it quietly skittered out of the van and began to gently trail the raven.

The women's massive shaft hefted and grasped firmly, ready for whatever foe may require fierce and painfully cold penetration.

The Frosted Knight, equips her Glaive, mounts her Giant Blue Beetle and sticks behind the Raven Vaiae as they advance.

The frozen knight rides her beetle valiantly into the subway station. There’s just enough clearance for her to do this without hitting her head on the top of the hole. Vaiae scurries after her.

Arp draws his axe and walks in alongside Frank and Ares.

Spoiler: Arp (click to show/hide)

Name:Automated Repair Product, or Arp.
Race and Profession:Industrial Robot, Work Horse.
Description:A vaguely humanoid, orange robot with a single red eye and a utilitarian design.
Backstory:Originally a repair drone, "Arp" eventually attained sentience after being given a vague order to "Clean up the mess" after an office party just before the apocalypse. Those who gave the order are long dead, but Arp cannot ignore the order. Now that the office has finally collapsed from age and decay, Arp has wandered out into the shattered world on an almost certainly hopeless quest to finish "cleaning up the mess."

Stats
Strength:3
Dexterity:1
Mind:3
Health:3

Skills
Crafting 1
Electronics 1

Inventory
Toolbox
Hammer
Wrench
Axe
Welding torch
Mini-chainsaw
Wiring kit
Tinkering kit
Lighter
Radio
Money:$0

Current status
Fine.

Spoiler: The Doctor is in (debt) (click to show/hide)

Name: Crass Beakerton
Race and Profession: Special Human (Spectral Aspect) Doctor
Description: A pale man in a stained, unwashed doctor's coat. A brass plate has been hammered into his face, covering the entire right side and the entirety of his jaw. A metal hinge connects to a swivieling mouthguard with a built-in air filter that is kept in place a leather belt and buckle. Crass carries around a large satchel with bright red stitches were ever he goes, the handle of his baton peaking out from the edge of the bag.
Backstory: Born a slum rat, Crass joined up with a small splinter group that was apart of one of the larger gangs Nede, acting as an errand boy and dealer for some of the more low-level drugs. But the group leader took an interest in young Crass, and when she saw his steady hands, quick wit, and his skill with a needle and thread, she knew Crass could do more than just a dealer. A loan from the bank and the upper echelon was barely enough to cover the cost of sending young Crass off to apprentice at one of the local medical guilds. Crass returned home with hope and pride in his eyes, hope, and pride that was snuffed out the second he took a step into his old home in the same moment a bomb planted by a rival gang went off. He came to in the hospital, finding out that most of his face was burnt off by the explosion and was stuck with a bill. Worse, a statement form the bank came and apparently as the sole survior of the attack, his Guardian's debts was being transfered to him, including the ones to the the Syndicate. Stuck paying off a multidude of debts, Crass has grown to be choleric fellow, one who has as many cares to give as he does dollars to spend.
Stats
Strength: 1
Dexterity: 2
Mind: 2
Health: 1
Skills
Medicine: +3
Biology
Criminal Underground
Inventory
Money:$1
Pistol
Cigarettes
Lighter
Gas Mask(Integrated into face)
Binocular
Night Vision Goggles
Baton
Doctors bag
3 syringes of stimulant
3 syringes of sedative
Current Status: In debt

(I'll be grabbing Spectral Aspect)

Crass steps off the back of the van, taking in the sights and sound of his current group and the dungeon they're are going to be delving into. His breath hisses through his brass mouth guard.

"Well, ain't this a sorry site."

Crass follows the rest of the group, sticking as far back as possible.

Arp keeps pace with his fellow robot. Crass emerges from within the van and follows behind.

[Devastator]

Horrible smell.. Pile of debris..  This must be either where the inhabitants kill things or where they drop their trash.

Prop the doors open with a rock or something, metal till, maybe?  Then run my wooden club along the ground ahead of me looking for traps or obstacles as I cross the hallway.  If I get to the far doors, bash them a few times to see if that triggers something, or they fall down.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Thag Simmons

Human (ordinary)
Description:  Thag's a stereotypical broad-shouldered thick necked caveman in a loincloth with a large club.

Stats:

Strength 2
Dexterity 1
Mind 1
Health 2

Skills:
Melee: 4
Unarmed: 1
Defence: 2
Crafting: 1

All others: 0.

Items:
Large Club.
Loincloth.
Bow drill.